How the Light Gets In: The Moon
Since the beginning of the pandemic, I’ve lost access to much of the community I’ve relied on as a writer. My husband has profound long COVID—I don’t want to risk…
How the Light Gets In: The Lighthouse
This group brought me back to a writing practice. It taught me something I learned when I first fell in love with writing but had forgotten over time, bit by…
Decolonize the Novel: Writing Against Western Strictures of Realism
In 2022 my debut novel, Border Less, was published in North America (7.13 Books) and South Asia (HarperCollins India), two spaces of diasporic life and aesthetic legacies that my fiction…
Love and Other Pandemics
The thing about the apocalypse is that nobody said it would be so beautiful.
The Telephone Mode
Perhaps this is what appeals to me about the phone: for however long the conversation lasts, you can pretend there is no body. No tissue capable of growing tumors, no…
How to Lose All Hope in a Work Appropriate Manner
what happens when the world crumbles slowly? A time of endless uncertainty. When we’ve blown through our mental health days and we’re expected back to work on Monday? When we…
watch endless horrors on our phones and then have to go on as normal
what it’s doing to us to watch endless horrors on our phones and then have to go on as normal. Thank you to everyone speaking out every day. If you…
The magicians’ cemetery
It feels a little tired to write about Houdini and Halloween, like a last resort. You know the basics: Houdini died in Detroit on Oct. 31, 1926, at Grace Hospital…